Always You

Annie and Scott are in lust. The sex is perfect. The orgasms? Sublime. Problem is, Scott’s idea of commitment is a diamond ring to hold on to his lover. Annie adores her man but she belongs to no one and if he hasn’t worked that out then maybe Scott’s not for her. More

Annie loved the taste of cock. It was real, raw and primal. There was something about sucking that spongy tip in between her lips and feeling a man's muscular thighs tense up beneath her that gave Annie an immense feeling of power."Enough," he growled, pushing her back from him.Her mouth slid off the bulbous tip with a pop. "Never. I want you to come in my mouth." Annie licked her lips and smiled.Scott's eyes were dark with need and hunger. "Baby, I have to fuck you now or I'll explode."Annie pushed her shoulder-length brown hair back behind her ears. "Oh, I promise you an explosion." Her mouth moved once more to suck his dick back inside.But Scott was having none of that. He grabbed her shoulders, pushing her down on the bed until Annie was flat on her back and he sank in between her thighs."I want cock."Scott chuckled. "And I promise you'll get it." He lifted her legs until they were over his shoulders and her pussy was totally exposed. "You're so wet." His fingers moved down to her clit."You make me so." Annie arched her hips up to meet his hand. "Scott?""Yeah?" He toyed with her clit, his eyes never leaving hers."I need you inside me."In answer to this, Scott pushed two long fingers into her cunt."Yes— no, I need more." Fingers were okay but she needed cock. "Please, Scott." He leaned in and kissed her lips, gently biting and sucking as his fingers plunged back and forth into her body.Annie clutched at his shoulders and broke off the kiss. "Cock. Now." She craved that first rush of pressure and heat that would overwhelm and filled her. "Please." "Anything for you, baby." Scott removed his fingers. He took her hand, placing it on his dick. "Put me inside you."Annie loved it when he ordered her to do this. There was a wild sense of the forbidden in the idea that she was doing something purely because he decreed it. She guided the head of his cock into the wet core of her cunt, loving the feel of it as it pushed up inside, taking control of her body.

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.